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from the left. Nobody heeds it it is only 

 the puppy out for a first run, as yet scarce 

 knowing the scent he seeks. Most like he 

 is trailing a rabbit but no, what bell-note 

 echoes him? Rattler, king of the pack, 

 cries loud and free. Sounder, Ring, Speak- 

 er, Lovelocks, Lady all the rest break out 

 in thrilling jangle, set all the valley aring. 

 Up, up it swells, truly a jocund noise, under 

 these pale, low clouds, this watery moon, 

 this reddening east. They are headed up 

 wind ; the cool air comes back to you heavy 

 freighted with the wild music. Hoof-beats 

 sound sharply through it. The black colt 

 is but a fence behind from the leading 

 hound? What sharp, exultant shrilling 

 comes out from his rider's throat ! All 

 the hunt is whooping, yelling, as it streams 

 through dusk of dawn. A wild crying, in- 

 deed ! one never yet subjugate by mere 

 vowels and consonants one, too, that, like 

 the seat on horseback, must be learned 

 in childhood, practised sedulously through 

 youth. 



They would laugh to scorn, these bold 

 rough-riders, your "Stole a-wa-ay! Hark 

 for-rard ! Tally-ho !" though they come of 

 the blood that knew all niceties of venery 

 so shouted when the fox broke cover, "Tail- 



